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Now let me tell you about a man named John Law He's a neighborhood cop the toughest man I ever saw A man who knows his duty, a man with a gun To the people in the neighborhood John Law is number one Freeze, we said Stop His name was John Law For John Law, Neighborhood cop A man we know and love When John Laws not Kickin Ass on robbers and rapist He's helpin little kids deliver newspapers When John Laws not chasing crackheads from their perch He's helpin old ladies on their way to church He walks the Beat Riding scumbags from the streets He turns his eye to petty crime Cause John Law will never drop a dime Suburban Anarchists who've never broke the law Sing about police oppression, but they've never met John Law He doesn't fuck with young kids drinking in the Park But he makes the city safe for women after dark I've got two hands in my pocket and a pistol to my head as I walk the line in front of me there's no looking back. As I trudge the path of destiny my opinion doesn't pay, I'm a blue collar simple mind who cannot find his way His Way 3X Now my Mind set may vary but here I still lay Don't know how I got here or think I care to stay The past will be present if I dare to forget I've got two feet in the future but its not here yet Here Yet 3X This life is here to stay, and you can't take my pride away I was born in to this life, and these are the cards I'm dealt His Way 3X 3rd Man InMy friends, my town - camaraderie We'll never finish last We stood as one where are they now We grew up fast To young to know or really give a shit the past has left us worse for wareBe strong and stand Stand up like a man Your concept of Friendship isn't right Third man in is how you show your care Nothing else matters but the fight! Career OpportunitiesThe offered me the office, offered me the shop. They said I'd better take anything they'd got. Do you wanna make tea at the BBC? Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop? (No fuckin' way)chorus: Career opportunities are the ones that never knock Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock Career opportunity, the ones that never knock I hate the army an' I hate the Cambridge Police. I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat I hate the civil service rules And I won't open letter bombs for you chorus:
They're gonna have to introduce conscription. They're gonna have to take away my prescription. If they wanna get me making toys, If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice chorus:
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